WESTIES 4

[LadySaturn]

WESTIES 4

Okay so it’s been awhile since I’ve written about the Westies. Sue me. I’ve been busy. No, but seriously the story I’m about to tell you is that of women and men. Of who to trust and who to keep an eye out for. If anything this is a story about teaching the Westie boys a thing or two about respect. And that sometimes people don’t take to kindly of being made fools of.

It was a normal Friday night in the city of Boston. All the Westies had left the Pub except for Bags and Nega. Who both decided to stay and clean up a bit. Nega was in the back taking care of business, while Bags handled the front. Neither of them were prepared for what was about to happen next. Not fifteen minutes into cleaning and a masked stranger quietly entered the Pub. Sneaking up on Bags and holding a gun to his back.
“What the...?” Bags began to ask.
“Don’t move.” The stranger hissed. “Where’s the safe?”
“We don’t have one.” Bags answered.
“Then where’s the register?”
“Don’t have one of those either.”
Bags could hear a clicking sound and knew this person meant business.
“Don’t screw with me, old man.” The stranger warned.
Nega now noticed what was going on as he peaked through the storage room door. He quickly turned into his skeleton form. Sneaking up behind the stranger and jumping him. Tackling him to the ground and getting the gun from the stranger’s grasp. While Bags ran over behind the bar to call the cops.
“Look at this,” Nega carelessly handled the gun, “no bullets.”
No sooner had he said that, the gun went off. Bags hit the floor. Crying out in pain as he felt something sharp and hot in his shoulder.
“Bags, are you okay?” Nega asked.
“YOU SHOT ME!” Bags exclaimed, in his Irish accent. “YOU FREAKING SHOT ME!”
“Calm down. I’ll call the ambulance for ya.” Nega replied, rolling his eyes. “Geez, big crybaby. It’s not like I shot you in your....”
“CALL THE DAMN AMBULANCE!” Bags cried out.
“Fine.” Nega sighed, going for the phone while making sure the stranger stayed put on the floor.
A few hours later, every member of the Westies including those of the female crew were gathered in a hospital room. As Bags with his newly bandaged shoulder laid up in a hospital bed, somewhat drugged up from the medication.
“Does it hurt?”Thief asked Bags.
“Does what hurt?” Bags grinned like an idiot. “Whoa, why is your face green?”
“What the hell did they give you?”
“Good stuff. As a matter of fact, where’s the call button. I want some more.” Bags looked for it.
“No. No more for you, Bagsy.” Ven calmly spoke up, making sure he couldn’t get a hold of the call button.
“Aww, please?” Bags pleaded, giving puppy dog eyes. “I’ll pay you back later when the children are gone.”
“You’re married.” Ven pointed out.
“I ain’t dead though.” Bags deviously grinned.
“Your Irish ass will be if your wife finds out though.” Jay remarked.
“Blah, blah, blah.” Bags grumbled.
“So is E.T. going to take over while Bagsy is resting or what?” Sam asked.
“Can’t.” Fox answered. “He’s in Canada. And lord only knows where Saturn is. No, if anything until Bags gets back on his feet we’ll have to vote for a temporary leader.”
“Well, I think Shawna should take over. I mean she’s a pretty good leader with the female Westies.” Seclude suggested.
“That’s funny.” Drew started to laugh a little.
“What is?”
“Thinking a chick can lead a group of boys. No, we need a fellow Westie boy for the position.”
“Wait a minute, then why do you listen to Saturn?” Gilly asked.
“Cause she’s the Lady of the Westies.” Kindred replied.
“And we’re scared of her.” Sam interrupted. “Don’t forget that one, Kindred.”
“Yea, that too.”
“I nominate myself as leader.” Thief spoke up.
“Uh-huh.” Nega raised an eyebrow.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“No man, what were you gonna say?”
“It’s not important.”
Sam’s cell phone went off and he answered it. It was of course yours truly on the other end. Word got around about what had happened and I knew the Westie boys were probably fighting over who was going to be temporary leader.
“Bags, she wants to talk to you.” Sam handed him the phone.
“Who is it?” Bags asked, still feeling a little out of it.
“Saturn.”
“Oh sh....” Fox began to say as Butters covered his mouth with her hand.
“Hi Saturn.” Bags now said on the phone, afraid of what I might say or how I might act.
“You okay, Bagsy?” I asked, sounding worried.
“I’m fine, doll. Where are you?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Did the doctors say how long you had to be in the hospital?”
“For a bit.”
“Did they give you something for the pain?”
“Yea, good stuff.” Bags began to chuckle.
“Let me guess you’re buzzed.” I calmly responded.
“Somewhat. I can’t lead the Westies while I’m here.”
“I know. That’s why I called.” I started to explain. “I know E.T. is in Canada and those boys would probably kill each other before agreeing on a temporary leader....”
“So?”
“So I’ve made the decision. I want Shawna to take over until you get better.”
“You might as well let them kill themselves.” Bags remarked. “Why in the world would you let her....”
“She’s good with the female Westies. Most importantly though, I know that the Pub won’t go to hell or that I’ll have to bail anyone out of jail if she’s in charge.” I responded. “I’ve got enough to worry about while I’m out here on the road. You know that, Bagsy.”
“Yea, I know. Still, the boys aren’t going to be too happy with you about this.”
“They’ll get over it. Now, let me talk to Nega.” I quickly changed the subject.
“Nega, phone.” Bags handed him the cell.
“Yes?” Nega replied, as he got on the phone with me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped at him. “What possessed you to shoot Bags?”
“Saturn, it’s not what you think....”
“It’s not what I think. It’s not what I.... You shot the man. What am I suppose to think?”
“I know it does look bad.”
“You think? Look Jim, if anything else happens....”
“Don’t worry, it won’t.”
“It better not.” I growled. “Because if there is one hair missing on any of those boys heads....”
That’s when Nega heard the sound of claws being unsheathed. A lump formed in his throat as he started to sweat.
“Saturn, I have everything under control.” Nega tried to say, fighting off the fear. “Once Thief realizes that I’m actually the temporary leader....”
“Excuse you.” Thief raised an eyebrow. “You’re what?”
“You’re not the temporary leader.” I bluntly said to Nega.
“Then who is?” He questioned.
“Shawna.”
“But Saturn....”
“You have no say right now. So don’t even argue with me.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
As Nega continued to talk to me or rather listen I should say. Preston couldn’t help but notice the cute little nurse that was checking Bags vitals.
“So what’s your name, doll?” He asked her, in his Southern accent.
“Unavailable.” She answered, leaving the room as she took a chart with her.
“Damn!” Thief retorted. “She told you.”
“We’ll see about that.” Preston deviously grinned. “I’ll be back.”
“Don’t you dare use your power on that poor girl.” Gilly warned.
“What power?” Preston tried to act dumb.
“You know which one.” Gilly crossed her arms.
“Whatever, woman.” Preston left the room, blowing her off.
Nega finally got of the phone with me. Letting out a sigh as he did so.
“So?” Sam asked.
“So what?” Nega raised an eyebrow.
“Who’s going to be temporarily in charge while Bagsy is down and out?”
“Um.... Well, Saturn was very clear on who she wanted in charge and who am I to argue.” Nega said, stalling. “I mean this is Saturn. She could kill us if she wanted to just by looking at us.”
“Bro.” Thief responded, crossing his arms and getting impatient.
“Just remember I’m only the messenger.” Nega pointed out.
“Spill it.”
“She wants Shawna to take over till Bagsy boy gets on his feet.”
“WHAT?!?” The Westie boys said in unison except for Bags who was laughing.
“It’s not funny, old man.” Thief clenched his teeth, trying not to lose his cool.
“Yea, it is.” Bags continued to laugh. “It’s called payback.”
“Payback?” Jay said, somewhat puzzled.
“For all the times you boys caused her headaches, invaded her space and, stole from her stash. She’s finally getting even.” Bags grinned. “Kind of makes me proud of her.”
“There’s no way.” Sam disagreed, shaking his head.
“No way what?” Preston asked, coming back into the room.
“Shawna is our temporary leader.” I.O. informed him.
“Huh? Who the hell made that stupid decision?”
“Saturn.”
“Oh.”
“Well, I guess we should celebrate Shawna’s temporary position.” Fox suggested, changing the subject. “If that’s okay with you, hon.”
“Man, I don’t believe it.” Jay shook his head. “The boy is whipped. I’d never let a woman do that to me. My woman would have to respect the fact that I’m a man and what I say goes.”
“Excuse you.” Buttters replied, crossing her arms as she stared Jay down.
“Any other woman except you of course.” Jay quickly tried to sweet talk his way out of trouble. “I wouldn’t mind being told what to do by you considering you are but an angel of beauty. A work of art that should be admired. A....”
“Shut it.”
“Yes ma’am.”
A few of the Westies started to snicker a little. The snicker died out as soon as a couple of cops entered the room. One being an attractive female that a few of the Westie boys were checking out.
“Unbelievable.” Leysa said, noticing how the boys were acting. “They think more with what’s in their pants than anything else.”
“Leysa.” Jeannie replied, surprised at the comment Leysa made.
“What? I’m speaking the freaking truth.”
Preston now used his charm on the female cop. Which for once was working. Instead of getting slapped across the face, the female cop actually gave him her business card. Which had her personal phone number on the back.
“I thought you had a thing for Saturn.” Slayer spoke up, busting Preston.
“Saturn who?” Preston played dumb.
“The one who you tried to get to marry you.”
The female cop quickly snatched her card back when she heard this. Not even giving Preston a chance to explain.
“Ha ha ha. Busted.” Drew laughed.
“Shut up, youngin’.” Preston grumbled in his Southern accent.
The other cop was now telling Bags of the arrest of the supposed robber. However, the robber was claiming he knew yours truly and that he wanted to talk to the Westies.
“How could he possibly know Saturn? And even if he did, why would he rob the Pub?” Seclude pointed out.
“Did he say how he knew Saturn?” Bags asked the cops, pondering that question himself.
“Yea.” The female cop answered. “He said he was her brother. Actually, he used the words adoptive brother. He also said he really wasn’t trying to rob you. It was just a ploy to find Ms. Saturn. A Westie joke, as he put it.”
“Some joke.” I.O. retorted. “Nega ended up shooting Bags.”
“And thank you for that update, I.O.” Nega grumbled. “Remind me to personally show you my gratitude later.”
“No prob.” I.O. deviously grinned.
Shawna had a look on her face like she was in some sort of deep thought. That or she was letting her mind wander.
“Shawna, are you okay?” Ven asked.
“Fine. Fine.” Shawna reassured her. “I’m just trying to remember something Saturn once told me long ago. Anyway, maybe some of you boys should go see if this guy is full of it or not. I mean it wouldn’t hurt just to check out what he’s up to.”
“And what if we don’t wanna?” Drew retorted.
“Then, I’ll just tell the cops how you boys....”
“We’ll do it, we’ll do it.” Nega quickly interrupted, covering Drew’s mouth so he couldn’t protest any further.
Some time later, Thief, Drew and, Nega were down at the police station. Sitting around a table in the conference room as they waited for a couple of cops to bring in the stranger.
“What could be taking them so long?” Nega said, getting impatient.
“Maybe Denny’s got robbed.” Drew sarcastically remarked.
“Funny.” Nega rolled his eyes.
The door to the conference room around this time blew open and then shut. Leaving a gust of wind to turn into a human form in a seat across the table from the boys. It was the man who had robbed the Pub earlier. He looked to be in his fifties. His face showing signs of someone who has seen and been through it all. He was of course dressed in the same black clothes he had worn to rob the Pub and it looked as though he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days.
“Who are you?” Thief asked, not the least bit amused.
“The name is Gordy.” The stranger lit up a cigar. “And I’m guessing you’re Thief.”
“How did you....”
“Saturn told me about you. And of course your Westie brothers.”
How do you know her?”
“I’m her adoptive brother.”
“Uh yea, and Jimmy over there is the Pope.”
“Hey.” Nega began to protest.
“It’s true.” Gordy responded, ignoring Nega. “When I first met Saturn it was about thirty years ago. I thought of her as a sister. Still do. Considering she did save my butt from trouble numerous times. I’m even considered a Westie.”
“Wait, you’re a what?” Thief raised an eyebrow.
“Westie.”
“Can’t be.” Nega argued. “That’s what we are.”
“I know. I’m surprised that Saturn didn’t tell you about me.” Gordy remarked with a grin. “Of course, she doesn’t tell people much as it is.”
“Well, you can’t be a Westie.” Thief disagreed.
“Why not?”
“Because.... because you don’t have powers like we do.”
“Um, did you not see me come in as a gust of wind? Newsflash, you boys aren’t the only writers in here with muses.”
That’s when Gordy transformed into a young version of himself.
“What the hell?” Drew said.
“I can change my age. I can be young or old. I can also turn into a gust of wind like you just saw.” Gordy explained.
“Wait, what happens if you age forward or backwards too far?”
“I try not to.”
“Yea, but what happens....”
“Look, that’s something I’m careful about. There was that one time in Mexico though. Boy, was Saturn furious with me.” Gordy grinned a little, remembering. “I thought for she was going to hit the roof.”
“When did you become a Westie?” Thief questioned him, trying to get back to the matter at hand. “Or I should say, when did Saturn decide you were one?”
“She didn’t. I was always one.” Gordy answered flat out. “I never knew it until she met you boys. She told me a year later that my uh male behavior had a name and that I wasn’t the only one to act the way I do.”
“So what, she just now decided it would be appropriate if you met us?”
“No. That was my idea. Besides, I haven’t seen her in like three years. I wanted to see if she was doing okay.”
“She’s fine.” Nega sharply responded.
“I see.” Gordy felt the hostility from Nega.
Thief’s cell phone began to ring and he quickly shut it off. He didn’t want anyone to hear the ring tone on his phone.
“What the...? Justin Timberlake. When the hell did you start listening to him?” Drew asked.
“I don’t.” Thief answered.
“Bull. That was that song Sexy Back.”
“No, it’s not.”
“Dude, yea it is.”
Nega’s cell phone went off and he answered it. Only to have a very angry yours truly on the other end.
“He didn’t know it was you.” Nega tried to explain, as I kept on yelling.
“Ask her about Gordy.” Drew whispered to him.
Nega just shook his head as I continued to yell.
“Alright. Okay. Sheesh.” He grouched. “Get off my back already, woman.”
There was a pause on the other end. Only to follow by me yelling even louder over the phone. So loud as a matter of fact, that Nega had to hold the phone away from his ear.
“Damn.” Drew began to laugh.
“Yes ma’am.” Nega quickly changed his tone as he put the phone back to his ear. “Sorry. Won’t happen again. I will tell him. Uh huh....bye.”
After he got off the phone, he looked over at Thief shaking his head.
“What?” Thief asked.
“Nothing. Just when Saturn gets back, you’re a dead man.” Nega answered.
“So what else is new?”
“No, you don’t understand. She is going to kill you.”
“She always says that.”
“Yea, well this time she might go through with it.”
“Whatever.”
“So did you ask her about Gordy?” Drew interrupted, changing the subject.
“Yea, I did.” Nega now looked over at Gordy. “Seems everything checks out. However, I still have my doubts.”
“You always have doubts.” Thief remarked.
“How can you have doubts?” Gordy responded. “Everything checks out, does it not? I mean you trust Saturn.”
“You’re right, I do trust Saturn. It’s you I don’t trust.”
“Then what do I have to do to earn your trust? Fly you and your friends to New York City for a boys’ night out, perhaps?”
“Wait, you can do that?”
“Yea, I can.”
“But....”
“Let’s just say Jordan isn’t the only rich man Saturn knows.”
“Hold on, you’re loaded?” Drew questioned.
“If you mean living financial well, then yes.” Gordy replied.
“I’m in.”
Drew, we need to discuss this first.” Nega pointed out. “We can’t just run off with someone we hardly know.”
“Saturn knows him.”
“I mean we don’t even know where he came from.”
“Saturn knows.”
“Or if he can be trusted at all.”
“Saturn trusts him.”
Nega glared at Drew and he slowly backed away.
“Not only that but there is the matter of Shawna.” Nega continued. “Do you honestly think she would let us go if we told her?”
“No, but that’s why we don’t.” Thief deviously grinned. “I have a plan.”
“No way, man. There is no way....” Nega shook his head, protesting.
“Come on. When have we ever been offered something like this? Besides, I heard the ladies in New York City are wild.”
“Wild you say?” Nega raised an eyebrow, thinking it over. “Alright. Okay. Fine, let’s hear the plan.”
A few hours passed before a very young looking Gordy walked into the Pub with Drew, Nega and, Thief right behind him. Everyone who was drinking, laughing and have a good time. That however quickly stopped when they saw Gordy.
“Who the hell is this?” Jay asked, standing face to face with Gordy.
“Back off, bro.” Thief replied. “He’s a friend.”
“Whose?”
“Saturn’s. He also happens to be one of us.”
“Funny, he doesn’t look like no Westie.” Preston spoke up in his Southern accent.
“He is.” Shawna said, staring at Gordy. “How are you doing?”
“Fine. And you, love?” Gordy asked.
“Wait, you two know each other?” Jeannie questioned.
“Yea, we once were an item you could say.” Gordy answered, as a smile appeared out of the corner of his mouth while he kept his eyes fixed on Shawna.
“A weekend in London long ago did not make us an item.” Shawna corrected him.
“Oh no? You could have fooled me with the way you were....”
“Okay, I don’t think we need to hear the details.” Fox interrupted, getting in between Shawna and Gordy.
“Don’t worry. I’m not here to steal your girl.” Gordy assured Fox, seeing how he was acting. “I’m happily married now.”
“Wait, Saturn never said anything about you getting married.” Shawna remarked.
“Maybe because Saturn knew if she told you, it would have broken your little heart. Seeing as you could never quite get over me.” Gordy grinned.
“As I recall you’re the one who couldn’t get over me. You even cried when I left.”
“Ah, but what man wouldn’t with a woman like yourself. You are one of a kind.”
Thief went over behind the bar and began to serve up drinks as Gordy and Shawna continued to talk.
“Might as well get drunk if we got to listen to this all night.” Thief said to Sam, handing him a beer. “By the way, I have to talk to you and the rest of the boys about something later.”
“Why? What is it?” Sam asked.
“I’ll tell you later. When the girls aren’t around.”
The next morning, Shawna and the other girls all woke up to massive hangovers.
“Who bartended last night?” Erika groggily asked, looking like she had a run in with a wild boar.
“Thief did.” Val answered, laying her head down on the kitchen table. “Damn Westie Boys.”
“Speaking of which, I haven’t seen any of the boys this morning.” Duchess brought up, getting another cup of coffee.
“Probably still sleeping it off.” Slayer responded.
Phoenix now walked into the kitchen. Looking for the morning newspaper and feeling like a truck had run her over. She had recently joined the female Westies. Considering that they did lose EE awhile back. Also, Phoenix seemed to take care of herself pretty well when dealing with the Westie Boys. Which made it easier to pick her for the spot because of that alone.
“Hey Phoenix, did ya see any of the Westie Boys this morning?” Leysa asked in her Southern accent.
“No.” Phoenix answered. “But I did see Gordy and the boys sneaking out of the house the other night after we got home.”
“Wait a minute, he didn’t....” Shawna began to respond. “That son of a....”
“What is it?”
“Gordy probably thought up of something him and the boys could do. Some sort of trouble.”
“You’re jumping to conclusions, Shawna.” Dena said, feeling chipper.
“How can you be so damn happy?” Phoenix grumbled.
“I don’t get hangovers.” Dena smiled.
“Oh, lucky you.” Phoenix sarcastically remarked.
Fox entered the kitchen, whistling while he went for the fridge.
“Stop right there.” Shawna ordered him in a stern voice.
Fox stopped dead in his tracks and fell silent.
“Where are the boys?” She continued.
“I don’t know.” He answered, in a shaky voice with his back turned.
“Look at me.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes. Now look at me.”
Fox slowly turned around and faced Shawna. The look of fear quickly showing on his face.
“Where are the boys?” She questioned him.
“Can’t say.”
“Why not?”
“Sworn to secrecy.”
“Okay then, let me put it this way,” Shawna changed her tone, “either you tell me or everyone will know about Bobo.”
“Bobo?” Buttters raised an eyebrow. “What is that like a stuff teddy bear?”
“No, it’s something else.” Shawna deviously grinned, while staring at Fox.
“You wouldn’t.” He said, surprised that she would even bring it up. “I mean you love Bobo.”
“OH MY GOD!” Phoenix exclaimed. “I know what Bobo is.”
“Don’t say a word, Phoenix.” Fox warned.
“I won’t as long as you tell us where the boys are.”
“Fine. Fine. Don’t take into consideration that I might get kicked out of the Westies for breaking the oath.”
“Screw the oath. Where are the boys?” Shawna interrupted.
“With Gordy in New York City.” Fox answered flat out.
“I knew it!” Shawna responded, as her eyes began to glow a dark red.
“Wait, how come you didn’t go with them?” Buttters asked Fox.
“Are you kidding me? Hang out with a guy who use to shag my girlfriend.” Fox retorted. “No thank you. Besides, if I ran off to New York City you know who would never let me here the end of it. Look how she’s acting now. Do you honestly think I wanna come home to that. I’d be a dead man.”
Shawna began to swear under her breath as she frantically dialed on her cell phone.
“I’m gonna kill those boys!” She exclaimed, going off the wall.
“I see what you mean.” Buttters whispered to Fox.
Meanwhile in New York City, Gordy and the boys were walking through Manhattan. Looking around and trying not to draw attention to themselves.
“I’m bored. Let’s go to the Bronx.” Drew suggested.
“I’ve got a better idea.” Thief deviously grinned.
“Man, no.” Nega shook his head, knowing what Thief was thinking. “They live here. If they find out that we’re down there. Well hell, we’re good as dead.”
“Come on the West side of Manhattan is massive. They won’t know if we blend in.”
“We...? What’s this we? You’re the only one that is Irish and if we head over to the Irish District on the West side, everyone except you is screwed.” Nega pointed out. “I mean compared to you, we’ll stand out. Especially angel boy over there with the wings.”
“Better than being a skeleton that smells like a sewer backed up.” Jay flatly remarked.
“Hey, the ladies love the skeleton.”
“Until they smell ya. Then they run.”
That’s when Nega transformed into his skeleton form.
“Bring it.” Jay replied, turning his entire hand and arm into a sword, while showing off his wings.
“Guys, don’t. You’ll draw attention.” Kindred pointed out.
“Who cares.” Nega growled, staring Jay down.
Thief now threw a ball of fire in between Jay and Nega. Trying to stop them from fighting. What Thief hadn’t figured out when he threw it, was that the ball of fire was heading straight towards innocent people.
“DREW!” Sam yelled.
“Got it.” Drew said, quickly stopping time with the snap of his fingers.
The ball of fire stopped in mid-air. Only inches away from hitting it’s first victim. Thief walked over and extinguished it in his hand. The only ones not effected by the stopping of time were Gordy and the boys. Everything and everybody else stood still.
“Whoa, freaky.” I.O. remarked, looking around.
“Thief, why did you...?” Nega began to ask.
“Because you and Jay were drawing unwanted attention.” Thief interrupted, in a snarl. “Not to mention someone could have called the cops.”
“We can handle the cops.” Jay responded, sounding cocky.
“True, but who do you think would have handled us if she had found out? Not to mention, didn’t you make a promise to her, Nega?”
“Actually, she threatened to uh....” Nega started to sweat a little.
“Heh. Nega is afraid of a chick.” Jay began to laugh.
“Last time I checked, she had you by your balls too, man.” Sam casually mentioned.
“Please what could she honestly do?”
“Well, she could tell your father how you and Butters got married behind his back. Or she could tell Buttters about your first wife.”
“First wife?” Thief raised an eyebrow. “What first wife?”
“It was an arranged marriage.” Jay explained. “Only lasted a few weeks.”
“How come we never heard about it?”
“It’s something I don’t like to talk about.” Jay sighed, lowering his head and shaking it. “Besides, it was when I was in Heaven and thought I wouldn’t see any of you again.”
“Then how did...?”
“Sam knew cause Saturn told him.”
“Actually, your sweet old uncle told me.” Sam corrected him.
“Uncle?” Jay looked puzzled.
“Gabriel.” Sam replied. “I can’t believe you forgot about him.”
“I choose to forget.” Jay grumbled. “I have too many pains in the butt as it is.”
“And if Saturn ever tells Buttters or Michael your little secrets. Chances are you’ll have a foot up there too.” Preston sarcastically remarked.
“Hey, has anyone seen I.O. or Drew?” Kindred spoke up.
“Damn it.” Thief said, after thinking about it for a second.
“What?” Jay asked.
“”We’ve got to find the nearest all girls school.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?”
“You don’t mean...?”
“Yea. Girls’ locker room 101.” Thief responded, as time resumed. “Drew, Drew, Drew. When are you ever gonna learn, little bro?”
On the West side of Manhattan, a man dressed in an a Armani suit looked out the limo window as it drove through the streets of the Irish District. A friend also dressed in an Armani suit sat next to him.
“So why did you pick me up, Jack ?” The friend asked.
“I got a call. I’ve been informed that their here.” Jack answered. “I’ve also been informed that the plan is a go.”
“So what does this have to do with...?”
“I want you to carry out the plan and take care of the problem.”
“How do you know if their here though?”
“The call I got was from a reliable source. That and time stopped.”
“So?”
“So one of them has the power over time.”
“But Jack....”
“I trust you, Brian. I know you can get the job done.”
Brian looked out the window for a minute. Thinking about the time he had crossed a hot-headed woman with claws. And how him and the woman had a very short and brief relationship.
“She still thinks about you.” Jack spoke up.
“How do you know?” Brian asked.
“I’ve spoken with her.”
“It could have worked out.”
“And I bet you’re not the first man to say that.”
“Meaning?” Brian raised an eyebrow.
“Meaning you and I both know she’s a heartbreaker.” Jack explained. “You’ve even said it yourself. And if I’m not mistaken, you’re exact words were she can unintentionally break the hearts of a thousand men with her looks alone.”
“Yea, true. So what do these wannabes look like?” Brian changed the subject.
“Here are their pictures.” Jack handed Brian a manila envelope. “Two of them aren’t with the others. One is in the hospital because he was shot by one of his own in a robbery attempt.”
“Nice.” Brian sarcastically remarked.
“It was an accident.” Jack replied. “The other one missing is in Canada. Take some of the others with you, just in case.”
“No problem.”
Oh, and one other thing. Make sure to keep them breathing until I see them. Some of your fellow brothers would like otherwise. I know with you in charge however that won’t happen.”
Thief and the others had now found Drew and I.O. at the local all girls’ school. It wasn’t too hard to find them. Considering the yelling and screaming from the girls’ locker room was a dead give away.
“OUT!” One of the girls yelled, as her and four of her friends threw Drew and I.O. out of the locker room.
“Man, talk about....” Drew began to say.
Thief interrupted by clearing his throat as he stood behind Drew, crossing his arms. Staring both Drew and I.O. down. Drew slowly turned around to face him.
“Hi bro.” Drew responded with a grin. “What’s new?”
“I’m thinking about relocating my foot. Guess where?”
Bro, come on. You mean to tell me you never did anything like this?”

“Actually.” Nega started to speak up.
“Don’t say a word.” Thief warned him.
“Come on, T” Nega replied. “We use to be their age at one point. Besides, we’ve done worse. Remember that time we broke into....”
“Enough said.” Thief quickly covered his mouth with his hand. “Let’s just go to the West side.”
An hour later, the boys found themselves smack dab in the middle of the Irish District on the West side of Manhattan.
“God, I feel so out of place.” Jay remarked, looking around and noticing some flags of Ireland being hung over buildings. “And you talk about the French being egotistical.”
“Now don’t do anything to attract attention.” Thief said, checking out a girl who giggled as she walked by him.
“Speak for yourself, bro.” Drew pointed out.
Just then a black Mercedes slowly drove down the street. And people quietly began to clear the sidewalks and streets. Heading indoors to leave the boys alone.
“Um guys....” Kindred spoke up.
“We see it.” Gordy responded, watching the car.
The Mercedes parked on the side of the street, right in front of the boys. Eight guys showed up out of nowhere. Four on each side of the boys, making it impossible to escape.
“What the...?” Preston started to say.
“Who’s your leader?” One of the guys questioned, cutting off Preston.
“HE IS!” The boys said in unison as they pointed at Thief.
Thief let out a low growl as he glared at the others.
“Get in the car.” The guy ordered Thief.
“Go to hell.” Thief created a ball of fire in his hand.
The guy quickly grabbed Thief by his throat. Lifting him up off the ground. All the while, causing his throat to burn up.
“You’re not the only one with powers.” The guy snarled, as the car door opened and he tossed Thief in like a rag doll.
The Mercedes sped off. Leaving the boys with the thugs.
“Who the hell are you guys anyway?” Nega demanded to know.
“The Westies.” One of the guys came face to face with Nega. “The real deals.”
“Where are you taking Thief?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited with him soon. Now let’s go.”
Jay quickly responded by punching one of the thugs in the face. Sending him flat on his back as Jay turned his hand and arm into a sword. The other boys took this as their cue to get ready to fight. The sounds of guns clicking filled the air. Pretty soon the guns were pointed at the boys.
Jay laughed at the sight of this.
“Foolish. Some of us have healing factors.” Jay informed them.
“Some, but what about your fellow brothers who don’t?” The same guy who handled Thief asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you really willing to risk their lives? If you are, then you’re no damn Westie that’s for sure.”
“Jay, step down.” Sam said.
“But....” Jay replied.
“Step down. We’re out numbered and it’s not worth it.”
“Damn.”
Thief now sat up in the seat, staring at the person sitting at the other end of the back seat.
“What’s your name?” The person asked.
“Thief.”
“Your real name.”
“That is my real name.” Thief remarked being a smartass.
“Look, speaking as one Irish man to another. Either you can corporate and be straight with me or I’ll throw you back to the dogs and let them beat the tar out of you.” The person retorted.
“What’s your name?” Thief questioned.
“If you must know. It’s Brian. And yours?”
“Terry.”
“Well Terry, can I ask you have you ever heard of the Westies?”
“Yea, I’m one.”
“No, no. That’s cute but no. You’re a wannabe. I’m talking about the real Westies.”
“Actually, I have. And if you wanna talk wannabe. A real Westie wouldn’t wear an Armani suit unless their going to a wedding or funeral. So what’s your excuse?” Thief bluntly responded.
“It’s part of the job.” Brian answered.
“Funny, I thought a Westie didn’t have dress codes or be told what to wear.”
“Yea, well I try to maintain an image.”
“And that would be as a jackass, am I right?”
Brian didn’t reply. Just sat quietly as he looked out the window. A smirk crossed Thief’s face. He knew he had hit a nerve with Brian.
“My boss wants to meet you boys. If I were you, I’d keep the smartass in check.” Brian advised. “My boss doesn’t take to well to people who mouth off to him.”
Bags now sat up in his hospital bed as he talked on the phone with E.T.
“Well, they’ve finally done it.” Bags said.
“Has the plan been set forth?”E.T. asked.
“Yea. Jack got word to put it in action. Shawna is livid with Gordy and the boys.”
“Can you blame her? Granted, we are Westie boys but if they can’t even learn to follow the rules once in awhile and show some respect....”
“I know. I know. It’s just I wish I could be there to see the looks on their faces.”
“I’m sure there will be pictures going around later.” E.T. sarcastically remarked.
“Forget pictures.” Bags replied. “I want video.”
E.T. just chuckled.
“I’m going to kill them.” Shawna growled as her, Fox and, the girls were on a plane heading to New York City. “How can they be so damn stupid?”
“Their boys.” Buttters shrugged her shoulders. “It’s part of their nature.”
Fox snuck off to the bathroom to make a call to Thief. To warn him that Shawna and the girls were on the way and they weren’t too happy. Funny thing though, he would have made it to the bathroom if he hadn’t heard an all too familiar sound from behind him. Actually, from behind the curtain of first class. He peaked through the curtain to only be slammed to the floor and have a set of claws directly at his jugular.
“Saturn. Hi.” He choked, scared of what I might do.
“Listen carefully.” I snarled. “You are to not contact the boys in any way.”
“Saturn, I would never. I was going to use the bathroom.”
“You shouldn’t lie to her.” Joe spoke up, sitting in the seat next to Fox, reading the newspaper. “She hates that. It pisses her off if anything.”
“What is he doing here?” Fox asked.
“I was on my way to New York City for business. Saturn decided to come along considering as she put it she had a Westie matter to take care of.” Joe answered, still reading the paper.
I now picked up Fox and threw him in the second seat across the aisle from Joe. Taking a seat myself next to Fox.
“Look Saturn, I won’t call the boys. I promise.” Fox said. “Just let me go back to coach and tell the girls you’re here.”
“They know she’s here. They just didn’t tell you because they knew you would tell your fellow partners in crime.” Joe replied.
I know sheathed my claws as I lit up a cigar with my lighter.
“No smoking.” Joe reminded me, pointing at the no smoking sign up front.
“Come on, we’re the only three in first class.” I retorted. “What the hell are they gonna do kick me off the plane? They’d have to open the door for that and I highly doubt they’d want to do that at this altitude.”
“Point taken.”
“Why are we the only three in first class anyway?” Fox asked.
“Saturn pulled some strings.” Joe answered.
“Oh.”
“I like my peace and quiet.” I responded, smoking my cigar.
Joe just laughed a little as he continued to read the paper. Fox laid back in his seat, letting out a sigh. And I just went on smoking my cigar. Quietly thinking to myself how I was going to handle the Westie boys.
“So where’s your boss?” Thief asked, as Brian and him waited in an office in an abandon warehouse.
“He’ll be here soon.”
“What about the others?”
“Their fine. Their waiting downstairs for us.” Brian explained. “We actually you and the boss just need to talk first.”
Jack walked into the office with a couple of bodyguards. The bodyguards stood by the door as Jack took a seat behind the desk. Thief sat across from the desk, while Brain kept looking out the window.
“His name is Terry.” Brian informed Jack, as he lit up a cigarette and began to smoke. “Seems he’s the leader of the Westies.”
“Funny, but no.” Jack corrected him. “I know the leader and he isn’t the one.”
“Wait, you know Bagsy?” Thief responded.
“Actually, I do but I’m talking about E.T.”
“Why? What does E.T. have to do with....?”
“He was one of us and so was Bags. Until they decided to walk away and create their own version of a Westie.” Jack said. “I was too young to work for the Westies back then so they worked along side my father. I thought of both of them as uncles though, until they betrayed the Westie code and my family. I swore from that day forward to hunt down their group of Westies and make them pay.”
“Pay?”
“You and your friends are good as dead. That’s already been decided.”
“You’re forgetting one thing.” Thief answered in a low growl.
“And that is?” Jack questioned.
“The Lady of the Westies.”
“Oh, her. Yea, don’t worry she won’t be coming to save you. As a matter of fact, I have plans for her if she does show. Same goes for those female Westies of yours.” Jack deviously grinned.
“You leave them alone.” Thief continued to growl.
“You’re in no position to tell me what to do, boy.” Jack warned.
“It’s nice down at the docks.” Brian spoke up, interrupting. “No one could find anything down there though. To many boats, to much water and, to many hiding spots.”
“We’ll have to wait until tonight, you know that Brian.” Jack pointed out.
“You hired me to do a job....” Brian began to argue.
“I am not going to have you leave a trail at my door because you want to be foolish on handling things.” Jack snapped back at him.
Thief now took the opportunity to try to attack Jack while he wasn’t looking. That however failed miserably. Jack was protected by some invisible wall and when Thief threw one of his fireballs, it bounced off the wall and whizzed by Brian. Barely missing Brian as it flew out the window and into the sky.
“What the...?” Thief said, raising an eyebrow.
“When my friend informed you earlier that you’re not the only one with powers. He meant it.” Jack replied.
One of Jack’s bodyguards now grabbed Thief by his throat. Lifting him off his feet.
“Take him to see his friends for a bit.” Jack ordered the bodyguard. “I have a call to make.”
Later that night at the docks, the boys were all tied up and standing near the edge while Brian and some of his buddies stood not to far off with guns in hand.
“I don’t want to die.” I.O. cried. “I haven’t read Saturn’s journal yet.”
“Yea, you have.” Jay answered.
“Then I haven’t peeked in on her while she was showering.”
“You’ve done that too. Just like the rest of us.”
“Then I haven’t gone through her drawers.”
“Done that.”
“Stole her bike?”
“Done it.”
“Damn, what haven’t we done?” I.O. tried to remember.
“Uh, you know the answer to that one.” Jay deviously grinned.
“No, I don’t.”
“None of us has had a chance to shag her.” Thief remarked, getting annoyed with their conversation.
“Hey, I almost did.” Preston spoke up.
“Yea, maybe in your dreams, Texan.” Nega answered. “But as far as real life, your chance would be the same as if I don’t know hell would freeze over.”
“That Yankee almost did though.” Preston growled. “Damn Yankee.”
“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?”
“Nope.”
“Yea but Azazel was in her body.” Nega tried to explain.
“Don’t care. He didn’t have to go through with it.” Preston continued to growl.
“He didn’t.”
“He almost did.”
“Oh my god.” Nega lowered his head, shaking it. “Dude, you seriously need to get help. I mean we’re about to die and all you can think about is that.”
“I would just love to listen to more of your little conversation.” Brian retorted. “But time is short. So you boys have two options. Either jump in the water willingly or get shot.”
“There’s always a third option.” Sam remarked, noticing a few somebodies behind Brian and his pals.
“And that would be?” Brian asked.
“Us.” Shawna spoke up.
Brian turned around to face a very angry Shawna along with a group of angry female Westies.
“How did you...?” Drew began to question.
“Erika sniffed you boys out.” Shawna replied.
“So this is the female Westies.” Brian said, checking them out. “Nice.”
He went to go smack Phoenix on the behind as he walked behind her, when he found himself being slammed on the ground by her.
“You treat a Southern Belle with respect.” She snarled, still holding him down on the ground by his throat, squeezing her grip as he started to choke.
“Damn.” The boys said in unison.
Brian’s buddies began to make a move and the female Westies got ready to do battle. And they probably would have beat the tar out of each other, if they hadn’t heard someone clapping. Fox stepped out of the shadows right next to me, Jack and, Joe. Clapping his hands as he did so.
“Bravo. Irish men taking on a group of women. Not exactly bright.” He commented.
“Wait, what the hell is going on?” Jay raised an eyebrow. “Why are you guys with the enemy?”
“Enemy?” Joe said, sounding somewhat surprised. “Funny, but he just happens to be an old family friend of mine.”
“As well as a friend of mine.” I replied. “Phoenix, be a doll and let go of Brian. He can’t breath.”
“Oh yea, sorry.” She said, letting him go. “Got carried away.”
Brian got to his feet as he glanced over in my direction.
“Again, what the hell is going on?” Jay now sounded more demanding.
“Joe, what time is it?” I asked.
“Midnight.” He answered.
I just deviously grinned.
“Saturn?” Nega sounded scared, noticing the look on my face.
“Boys met the Westie Ministry.” I finally said, beginning to explain.
“Westie Ministry?”
“Sons of the former Hell’s Kitchen Westies. Sons who decided to make the Westie name into something good rather than..., well what their daddies had done.”
“So these guys are ministers?”
“Yea. Well all of them except Brian. He’s still in training. His uncle however is.”
“Who’s his uncle?” Sam asked.
“The same one who brought you here.”
That’s when they heard Gordy chuckle nervously.
“Hold on. Why would you....they....him....” Drew sounded confused.
“Because of what you boys did last year to the girls and I.” Gilly interrupted him.
“What are you talking about, woman?” Preston questioned. “We didn’t do anything.”
“Does April Fools Day ring a bell there, Texan?” Leysa spoke up. “The joke that went too far and caused us to end up behind bars for an entire weekend in Mexico.”
“Oh yea, that was funny.” Preston smiled a little. “Wait, you mean to tell me...?”
“Who feels like a fool now.”Ven remarked.
“Wait, why would you...?” Nega started to ask me
“I had to teach you boys a lesson.” I interrupted him. “I knew if I just yelled at you boys it would go in one ear and out the other like it usually does. So I called Jack boy here to help me out with the plan. Which was of course to supposedly meet the real Westies, face almost death and, then have to be saved by women. Because I know the one thing that would hurt your little egos is that if a group of women had to rescue you from certain death. After all you’re Westie boys. You’re big, bad and, strong. It’s kind of funny if you think about it though, because from the looks of it you boys pissed your pants. Well, some of you anyway.”
“That is just mean.” Sam retorted. “Down right unnecessary.”
“Oh, like it was unnecessary for Shawna to call me from Mexico last year because of what you boys did.” I pointed out.
Brian now untied Gordy. Making sure the rest of the boys were still tied up however.
“By the way, boys.” I said, as I walked towards them and they began to walk backwards right onto a boat, afraid of what I might do. “This is only part of the joke. The other part is when word gets around how you boys were saved by a bunch of women.”
“Not if we stop it.” Thief argued.
“You won’t though. You’ll be too busy floating out in the sea.” I answered, unsheathing my claws as I cut the rope to the boat loose.
“But we’ll die.”
“No you won’t. I’ll have someone come get you in a couple of days. If you manage to get out of your ropes before then, there is some food below deck. However, the boat engine is dead, so don’t bother.” I informed them. “Have fun. And boys....”
“What?” Nega responded, snarling.
“Don’t mess with my girls.” I bluntly remarked. “And don’t screw with me.”
Shawna now pushed Fox on the boat when it started to drift away from the dock.
“Hey, what the...?” Fox began to say.
“You’re part of the Westie boys. Sorry, hon.” Shawna waved to him.
“Jack.” I said.
“I’ll have someone go out and get them in a few days.” Jack replied, knowing what I was going to ask.
While Bags was sitting in his hospital bed and E.T. was wandering through the snow covered mountains of Canada, both of their phones went off at the same time. When they both answered, laughter soon filled the hospital halls and spread throughout the air of the mountains. Word from there on out soon got around. And the next morning, it was on international news and in the papers for everyone to watch and read. The boys by the way, if you’re wondering, were brought to shore two days after. However, when they had reached land every news reporter and journalist were there to capture them in their most humiliating moment ever. I by that time, was in California. Watching them on my t.v. in my hotel room. Smiling a little as I laid on my bed, smoking a cigar.
“Is there anything you would like to say?” One reporter asked Thief, holding the microphone in his face.
“Yea, as a matter of fact, I do.” Thief replied. “Our dear sweet Mama Westie needs to watch her back. Because this is far from over. You hear me woman, watch yourself.”
“Bring it.” I retorted, as I continued to smoke my cigar before deciding to change the channel.

THE END

[LadySaturn]

Music for Westies 4:

Boys:
1. Pink Floyd- "Brain Damage", "Time"
2. James Blunt- "Wisemen"
3. Foo Fighters- "Monkey Wrench"
4. The Who- "We Won't Get Fooled Again"
5. Gnarls Barkley- "Gone Daddy Gone"
6. *And for the Texan* Rolling Stones- "Honky Tonk Women"

Girls:
1. Nelly Furtado- "Man Eater"
2. Pink-"U+Ur Hand"
3. Tori Amos-"RattleSnakes"
4. Fregie- "Fergalicious"
5. Stefy- "Hey School Boy"
6. Gwen Stefani- "Wind It Up"

[heinzs]

[bags123]

[LadySaturn]

I notice how none of the other boys want to respond.. Me thinks their a little p.o'd but oh well, they'll get over it..

[IfOnly...IfOnly...]

wow, I have such a big role.

[thief of dreams]

The only thing I have ever liked Justin Timberlake in was this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zozWqjVyksM

[thief of dreams]

Sorry, didnt get a chance to read it until today.

[LadySaturn]

wow, I have such a big role.

Aw, I promise to make it up to you.. At least I let you sneak into a girl's locker room in this one though.. I had some hesitation about it but you can thank Spade for that one.. She kicked me in the arse and told me to keep the scene..

I however have been fiddling around with ideas for Westies 5. And oh I got some good ones.. Which would give you a big role and get Bagsy boy out of the Pub. Oh and how does having the Westie boys taking a trip to Hollywood.. Crashing movie sets and t.v. shows.. Causing trouble amongst the stars.. hmm this could be interesting.. oh ideas.. heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh

[LadySaturn]

The only thing I have ever liked Justin Timberlake in was this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zozWqjVyksM

Dude..

[IfOnly...IfOnly...]

wow, I have such a big role.

Aw, I promise to make it up to you.. At least I let you sneak into a girl's locker room in this one though.. I had some hesitation about it but you can thank Spade for that one.. She kicked me in the arse and told me to keep the scene..

I however have been fiddling around with ideas for Westies 5. And oh I got some good ones.. Which would give you a big role and get Bagsy boy out of the Pub. Oh and how does having the Westie boys taking a trip to Hollywood.. Crashing movie sets and t.v. shows.. Causing trouble amongst the stars.. hmm this could be interesting.. oh ideas.. heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh

Make it snappy! I'm very upset. You'll have to make it up to me. (in one way or another)

[LadySaturn]

I don't know would your girlfriend approve of that.. Shall we ask her? I think I got her on speed dial... hmm...

[preston]

growling ... grumbling ... sarcastic remarks ... devious grins ... Southern accent ...

ya just gotta luv me

~

[LadySaturn]

Oh crap, I just blew up his ego.. Crap.. I'll never hear the end of this..

[theJestersKitten]

I don't know would your girlfriend approve of that.. Shall we ask her? I think I got her on speed dial... hmm...

Hmm....

(narrowed eyes)